Poor Tonya has had a heck of a day. I can usually tell how her day is going by the phone calls that I recieve at work. This morning I could tell that it had not started too well. She then asked me to go to lunch and I was glad to accept the invitation. Then she told me they did not get out of ballet until 1pm. I could tell she was having a bad day, so I still went. We enjoyed our lunch and I am sure being with her wonderful husband really helped. Later, the phone calls started again. Every one with a baby crying in the background. If I hadn't mentioned it before, she does a great job. One that the state would not let me do for long.
Then on my way home from work, I went to the grocery to get a healthy dinner. (I will discuss our new diet another day, if it lasts that long.) When I got home, the babies were not happy and neither was momma. The babies are going through their seperation anxiety stage and are jealous of each other when you pick the other up. (Did that make sense?) Anyway, we had decided to cook a pizza for supper and try to deal with all of the crying babies around here. Tonya went upstairs for a little bit and I was left consoling Will while we were preheating the oven for our pizza.
I was starting to get a handle on things until I smelled something that was not pizza. Last night we had an ultra healthy dinner. We even handed out those cool plates that seperate all of your food.
After dinner we went for a walk and hid the kids plates in the oven so that our new cat would not eat any. You have probably guessed the smell by now. I then ran to the kitchen and saw our oven billowing with smoke. So we evacuated and ran to Sonic for dinner. Here is a picture of the two plates that we left in the oven. If anyone knows how to clean this up, let us know. The plastic should be easy enough to pick off, but we are not sure how comfortable we are about cooking in it for a while. This place stinks.
Then when we got home, Tonya got peed on I got pooped on and we are ready for this day to be over!